“Maybe you’ll take more back home when you go,” said Peggie, seriously. “I’ll show you how to make them like you. And I think they would like you, and Ruth here too.”
“Why not us?” asked Ted.
“You’re too quick to move,” said Peggie, gently. “If you want animals and birds to like you, you have to keep quiet.”
“But I’m not quiet, Peggie,” protested Polly. “You don’t know what a flutterfly I am. That’s what my grandfather calls me, and he’s right.”
“But you don’t make a noise about it,” said Peggie. “I’ll show you what I mean when we get home.”
It was dark when they reached the ranch, but the moon was clear and cloudless overhead, with the stars about it like sheep, as Ruth said. All at once Don lifted his head, and smiled, and spoke for the first time during the long, weary drive.
“We’re home, Jeanie.”
CHAPTER XII
DREAMING ON SPRUCE BOUGHS
The barking of dogs sounded down in the valley, and a door opened, letting out a pathway of lamplight.